Chapter 1

My sister called me nine times before she took her own life, and I didn't answer.

Everyone blames me for her death, even my fiancé.

The person who once stood by me during my battle with depression now looks at me with contempt.

"You don't deserve happiness,"

he told me, his words cold as ice.

But when my depression returned, and I was ready to end my life to bring her back, they regretted their words.

When I left the hospital, a light rain was falling.

The doctor, a compassionate middle-aged woman, reviewed my results on the computer and gently advised, "Lin Yue, given your current condition, I recommend staying in the hospital."

I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. She continued, undeterred, "If you don't want to, that's fine.

I'll prescribe more antidepressants. Your real issue is with your family. If possible, try to have a good conversation with your mother."

I instinctively squeezed my hand. As I was leaving, she remarked, "You have a wonderful partner who's always by your side. Love and companionship are the best medicine."